Javier Bardem plays Uxbal, a black marketer who can talk to spirits and was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer. A through and through dramatic, sad yet honest and beautiful portrayal of a peripheral life in Spain. I’ve always enjoyed Spanish films, as they have this ability to show the uncomfortable truths about life that Hollywood can’t seem to cope with.
If you feel like weeping and want to watch a BRILLIANT and perfect performance of a dying man, watchBiutiful. Javier Bardem is more than phenomenal. Everything had me crying. The acting, the storylines, the people, everything. To watch a dying man tie up his affairs while dealing with every shitty thing that could possibly happen is an astounding look into the human character.
It also makes me want to hug every single person on the planet just because.
Rush Limbaugh, one of the turdiest of turds that was ever crapped out of a genderless hole somewhere outside of Buttfuck Nowhere, Iowa, is losing a mountain of advertisers after he called Sandra Fluke, a college woman who supports affordable and accessible birth control for women regardless of their employer/school’s religious affiliation, a “slut” who wants America to pay for her “prostitution.”
HA HA! Maybe Rush has forgotten that despite republican/democratic/conservative/liberal made-up lines of “divided nation-ness”, women hold positions of power too. Positions that deal with money and advertising money. And a great deal of the country is quite alright with women having birth control, and hopefully applauding the fact that Rush Limbaugh sucks. Birth control really isn’t a political stance anymore, but a dwindling religious, hate-filled, judgmental stance that only controlling psychopaths care about.
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA I hope his show gets cancelled. Advertisers taking money away from him will do for now, though.
Can somebody start a “Rush Limbaugh is a dirty slut” tumblr? This one will do for now.
I would SO watch this show. Image via theurbandaily.com
Lindsay Lohan didn’t quite have the comeback moment she desired this past SNL Saturday. The sketches were awkward, she had a few bumps along the way with the cards and skits, and they totally should have but didn’t bring back Rachel Dratch for her infamous “Debbie Downer” sketch. The most memorable one was with Ms. Lohan and brings tears to your eyes because it is that good.
The only really, really good sketch with Linds was the Real Housewives of Disney. Sleeping beauty is a drunk and a floozy, Jasmine confesses to doing it with Iago because he “sounded like Aladdin”, and Belle is married to another Beast, Kelsey Grammar.
Is Kristen Wiig just the best woman alive? I admire so many ladies that hail from Saturday Night Live. They are really kicking ass and taking names. Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph (LUV HER) and Kristin Wiig are tearing it up everywhere they go and every project they do. They are so effortlessly funny, smart and cool. Definitely entertainers/writers that I look up to, and hopefully other females and males do too. Bridesmaids, Mean Girls, 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Up All Night? These ladies rock so hard.
This has NEVER, not once EVER been true. And if you're taking advice from a pair of boobs and an ad that looks like that, PLEASE GOD don't take that advice. Image via textingagirl.com
I’d like to say that modern day dating is a lot more annoying that our ancestors 20 years ago. We can thank unlimited text messaging plans for that!
Have you ever given your number to a cute guy or gal and then get bombarded with way too familiar texts using pet names you haven’t created together yet? Those people should be excommunicated from the dating world and sent to text each other into oblivion. Or, we can make them stand in a foot of water and dare them to keep texting. Or make them be cannibals so their thumbs fall off a la The Road. It can be called “The Texting Games.”
Maybe these serial texters think it’s hot, or attentive, or a good way to drag you down and make you cave into hanging out with them (in their parent’s basement or worse-Applebees). Buuuut just about everyone I know gets immediately turned off with a newbie that doesn’t know when to stop sending the dumbest messages alive. Don’t you? I’m not talking about a guy or gal you’re really into keeps texting you because you’re BOTH really into each other. I’m talking, met last night, drunkenly handed over your number, and the grammatically incorrect texts haven’t stopped since then.
Yup! Image via stoppopculture.com
Seriously, where has society failed these people? Was it our dwindling class schedules during the Bush years? The unavoidable era of emo kids who didn’t speak but emoted through text and spoken word recitals? The cancellation of Arrested Development? Or is it those $40 all-inclusive phones you can buy near the register at Walmart and the gas station? Great. So the people you and I hand our numbers out to probably buy their cell phones at gas stations and wore black exclusively from 2003-2008.
My advice for them: If you want to have a long conversation to get to know someone, get a fucking cocktail, don’t text them for three hours and then stalk their facebook ‘likes’ for possible points of interest. It’s creepy, unattractive and every other apalling adjective you can think of.
I’ve always thought the “text three days later” thing was bullshit. Of course there are exceptions, but maybe there’s some serious truth to it for most interactions. It’s nice to want and miss things, right? If they’re just handing over their affection immediately, it feels cheap and mass produced, like a hamburger from McDonalds. There’s nothing special about a hamburger from McDonalds. Don’t be a hamburger from McDonalds! For the love of God, make a plan to be with humans and put the phone down. It’s really best for us all.
The album art for Santigold’s new album, Master of My Make-Believe, has been released, as well as a release date for the new album which is out May 1. YAY! In the meantime, check out the video for “Disparate Youth.” Sweet outfits, locale and song!!!
You'll fall in love with Muriel instantly. Image via internationalcinemareview.blogspot.com
Muriel’s Wedding is one of those movies that you maybe see every other time you browse Netflix. I’ve always thought it looked interesting, but not the kind of interesting that makes me instantly click play. Like a lazy Sunday morning kind of interesting.
Image via rateyourmusic.com
However, I just finished watching it and it is fantastic. The amazing Toni Collette is Muriel, a 20 something gal who hasn’t really done much with her life, listens to ABBA constantly, is attractively a little chubby and gets into all sorts strange yet believable situations. Her BFF is Rhoda, played by Rachel Griffiths. Both actresses are so young and so, so good in this movie.
Muriel’s Wedding is quirky, before quirky was cool and then ruined by too many skinny people wearing and sayin ironic things. Made in 1994, this movie is a sweet, sad, exciting and lively tale set to the music of ABBA. Can’t go wrong there!!
YES. Clarissa as a rock star. I thought this day would never come. Image via avclub.com
THIS IS REAL PEOPLE.
Apparently Melissa Joan Hart as Clarissa from the 90s darling show Clarissa Explains it AllRECORDED A ROCK ALBUM. This shit is so fucking awesome. This is the legitimately coolest kid/teen album I’ve ever heard. A hip lead singer, bass, guitar and drums. It’s annoying tween problems like stupid little brothers (we’re looking at you, Ferguson) and a longform version of the famous “na na na” theme song.
The coolest part is you can absolutely picture Clarissa singing and performing in a garage. Oh if only there were a VHS that was unreleased as well. That would make my YEAR.
I’m dying!!!!!!
I’m instantly 8 years old again. With a leather jacket on, a candy cigarette and dancing in my room to a brand new CD. Seriously amazing.
If this photo isn’t a warning to all young girls who “want to party” and think they’re still gonna look grat after years of substance and alcohol abuse, then I don’t know what is.
Linds! No more plastic surgery, pleeeeease. Being an actress, you need your face to move. Expressions come off less when your face can’t move or when it’s super bloaty from Juvaderm or whatever other creepy thing Hollywood has to offer as skin fillers. Gross! Doesn’t skin filler sound like something they’d put in chicken nuggets?
LL is hosting SNL tomorrow night, March 3. She reportedly badgered Lorne Michaels into letting her do the show. Oh boy. Let’s see if this is awkward self-deprication or just plain awkward. We’ve all tried to be hopeful about a Lindsay comeback for like 5 years, so we’ll believe it when we see it. Either way, we wish her good luck, right?!
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